Post by danny on Dec 4, 2008 21:50:56 GMT -5
The beach was beautiful in the grey dawn light. It made Danny think of home, for some reason. She'd never lived near a beach, considering there was never a multitude of drug addicts near the salty water. They preferred the stinking hole of a civilisation that often got called a city. Perhaps a higher power had decided for her that the most she was ever going to get in life was filled with foul smelling smog.
It didn't bother her that much.
The light grey fabric that made her tracksuit pants was rolled up to her knees, allowing her to wade a decent distance into the cool water. The sleeves of her t-shirt flapped in the wind and the same breeze ruffled the design on the front of the black material. 'My future's so bright, I need shades', it read. It was one of her favourite items of clothing, but she didn't wear it often. Her first day in a new town seemed to be a special enough occasion to wear it.
Clutched in her hand, Danny had a spray can of red paint. She was planning on writing some random words on the wooden seats nearby, just to make her feel more at home, but when she had been struck by the beauty of this particular beach, she hadn't wanted to destroy the picture-esque theme of the place. instead, as she stood watching the sun rise over the horizon, she let the can slip slowly from loose clutching fingers until it bobbed next to her. It landed with a soft sploosh sound, but presently every noise was muted to Danny's ears.
As the sliver of what would soon be the burning sun rose inch by inch above the barely defined horizon, Danny let out a sigh. She had hoped that upon coming to New York, she would find a heaven of sorts, abound with accepted werewolves. Instead, in the few hours that she had been here, she had found a disease ridden, broken city, with not an immortal to be seen.
Yet.
It didn't bother her that much.
The light grey fabric that made her tracksuit pants was rolled up to her knees, allowing her to wade a decent distance into the cool water. The sleeves of her t-shirt flapped in the wind and the same breeze ruffled the design on the front of the black material. 'My future's so bright, I need shades', it read. It was one of her favourite items of clothing, but she didn't wear it often. Her first day in a new town seemed to be a special enough occasion to wear it.
Clutched in her hand, Danny had a spray can of red paint. She was planning on writing some random words on the wooden seats nearby, just to make her feel more at home, but when she had been struck by the beauty of this particular beach, she hadn't wanted to destroy the picture-esque theme of the place. instead, as she stood watching the sun rise over the horizon, she let the can slip slowly from loose clutching fingers until it bobbed next to her. It landed with a soft sploosh sound, but presently every noise was muted to Danny's ears.
As the sliver of what would soon be the burning sun rose inch by inch above the barely defined horizon, Danny let out a sigh. She had hoped that upon coming to New York, she would find a heaven of sorts, abound with accepted werewolves. Instead, in the few hours that she had been here, she had found a disease ridden, broken city, with not an immortal to be seen.
Yet.